I get up when I want, Except on Wednesdays, When I get rudely awakened by the dustmen, I put my trousers on, Have a cup of tea, And I think about leaving the house, I feed the pigeons, I sometimes feed the sparrows too, It gives me a sense of enormous well-being, And then I'm happy for the rest of the day, Safe in the knowledge, There will always be A bit of my heart devoted to it, It's got nothing to do with your Vorsprung durch technic, you know... And it's not about you joggers Who go round and round and round
